I'm a work of art
A ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah... haha


I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained nobody do it better man
I do my thang with me and my beretta man
I got that girl you want her come and get her man


Call me the piano man


Cartier glasses Cartier belt,
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else.
Like Germany Sweden and Serbia, nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya.
I'm a ball like Julius Erving Iverson and Manning,
I got that cannon in that two door phantom.
Nigga hundred EX shit suicide doors,
Get a top or low fade now the body lookin hard.
This snake ass niggas is reptiles,
Til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles.
Yay' got the best styles Yay' got the best clothes,
Yay' got the best weed Yay' got the best hoes. (Yeah!)






Yeah
Fresh out the rimshot my wheels tick-tock,
My steel six shot the paint flip flop.
My charm truckie that's why they wanna fuck me,
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207 McLaren body like Bucky.
Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil,
And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil.
Show up at your bougie event give your body harm,
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion.
Don't need a party calm on the pepsi and bacardi bomb,
Bail ain't nothin I make a Gotti bond.
Magician I can make a dollar flip,
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick.






I'm richer than a muhfucka ridin in a dirty ass phantom,
We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em.
Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards,
I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord.
Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller,
Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar.
Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend,
Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win.
If I did it then I can do it now,
When we get em in we can ship em out.
A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie,
Cartier's you can tell that I.

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